Gunwalk lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Gudda Gudda)

[Hook: Lil Wayne]

I'm strapped up, nigga fuck a gun law

See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk

I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk

I'm strapped up, nigga fuck a gun law

See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk

I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk

And there's no talkin' back when my gun talk

See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk

That's my gun walk, nigga that's my gun walk

See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk

That's my gun walk, nigga that's my gun walk

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]

Uh, fuck that nigga, ho ass nigga

Leave that nigga with a toe tag nigga

Barrel so long, you can pole dance, nigga

Run up in ya house, where the dope at nigga

Murder she wrote on a notepad nigga

Light that nigga up, smoke that nigga

Stomp that nigga, roast that nigga

I walk around with this shotgun

And this bitch bigger than me nigga

Don't open up yo fuckin' mouth

Cause I'll pull the trigger like teeth nigga

Shoot 'em up, then leave nigga

I smell summer's eve nigga

We shoot first, it's better

To give than receive nigga

[Hook: Lil Wayne]

I'm strapped up, nigga fuck a gun law

See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk

I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk

I'm strapped up, nigga fuck a gun law

See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk

I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk

And there's no talkin' back when my gun talk

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]

Keep that ho shit over there

And we don't shoot in the air

I can't fuck with these niggas

Man these niggas gummy bears

Hair trigger on the gun

I pull that muthafucka hair

It's like man you can't trust nobody

I don't even have a trust fund

Don't buck, nigga, don't stunt, nigga

Don't duck, nigga, cause I duck hunt

Bitch rock with me, that Glock with me

That chopper with me, obviously

I'ma empty this muthafucka

That's fifty shots, approximately

Now fuck with me, get fucked over

Emergency room: rushed over

Hollow tips, in the clip

My gun loaded: yours sober

I pull yo card like a lawn mower

Fall back or I'm goin' forward

I see you got yo gun drawn

I send you back to the drawin' board

[Hook: Lil Wayne]

See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk

That's my gun walk, nigga that's my gun walk

See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk

That's my gun walk, nigga that's my gun walk

[Verse 3: Gudda Gudda]

Walkin' round this muhfucka limpin'

Cause the nose on the pistol 'bout as long as Scotty Pippen's

On the molly and I'm twisted, throw ya body with the fishes

Double back around that corner and I'm bodying the witness

Uh, real niggas don't talk much, do drive by's and walk ups

Lame rappers that talk tough get a broke jaw, star struck

I don't fuck with the lame niggas, I got good aim nigga

Pop a pill, pop you, my nick name is Pain Killer

I'm still that same nigga, Eastside I rep that

Pussy niggas better get right or where I see you, you get left at

Use the rifle as my crutch, that's my gun walk

Or we can hold a conversation, let the guns talk

Gudda!

[Hook: Gudda Gudda]

I'm strapped up, nigga fuck a gun law

See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk

I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk

And there's no talkin' back when it go off

I'm strapped up, nigga fuck a gun law

See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk

I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk

[Outro: Lil Wayne]

Speechless

See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk

That's my gun walk, nigga that's my gun walk

See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk

That's my gun walk, nigga that's my gun walk

No Worries lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Detail)

[Hook: Detail]

You can look me in my face

I ain’t got no worries [3x]

See the sh-roomies keep me up

So I ain’t got no worries

I ain’t got no worries [2x]

You see money right there, yeah,

That’s Tunechi right there (turn up)

Yeah, that’s Mack Maine right there,

And we ain’t got no worries

You see pussy right there

Red bone mangoes right there

See them sh-roomies right there, yeah

We ain’t got no worries

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]

Tunechi in this bitch, everybody should be worried

Them pussy niggas be purring, bitches be digging me I feel buried

And if she make this dick hard, she woke up a sleeping giant

Man your bitch speak in tongues every time we speak in private

Hope your barber shop open cause we got hair triggers

Smoke so much that Smokey the Bear, have to bear with us

And that Jeep with the doors off that means that bitch sleek

All these bitches think they’re the shit, I sent them up shits creek

You see Tunechi right here, give me brain ideas

It’s OK if you turn up just don’t turn off my light years

All I know is I do it what I’m smoking I grew it

These are Blood gang Piru it, all rats gotta die even Stewart

On my private jet is my stewardess is your bitch nigga, bitch nigga

I know gold-diggers and ditch-diggers

You don’t get dissed, you get disfigured

She say, "Sorry, I didn’t shave so that pussy is a little furry."

I put that pussy in my face

I ain’t got no worries

Tunechi

[Hook: Detail]

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]

We ain’t got no worries

She bad as a hooker, so she ain’t got no worries

She want me to eat her sugar. I say, "Why you in a hurry?"

She say, "Why you asking questions?" I say, "Bitch, you tryna be funny!"

Now take your fucking clothes off, let me see that donkey kong

I swing your ass back and forth, back and forth on my monkey bar

That camel toe that camel toe, no worries no panty-hose

These niggas falling off like baggy clothes, I smoke more than a magic show

I swear I saw my hoe, I swear she was with my hoe

You know I fuck them both, sore pussy and sore throat

Bitch it’s Tunechi and I’m out here, no worries no worries

I would talk about my dick, but man that shit'd be a long story

(Yeah, oh shit, uh huh, yeah, young mula, baby!)

[Hook: Detail]

Back To You lyrics - Lil Wayne

[Hook]

Now I know the only compass that I need

Is the one, that leads back to you

And I know the only compass that I need

Is the one, that leads back to you

[Verse 1]

She had cat eyes, nine lives, no tan lines, thigh highs

She ride me like a drive by, I'm real these niggas Sci-Fi

But that's neither here nor there

She been contemplating short hair

She said she tryna be different

But she just like the rest of these bitches

But that's neither here nor there

And my dick is her chair

It be sexual warfare, I be loaded like software

Got so many hoes, I'm ho'in, but she the only one worth knowin'

And yeah I do my dirt, but that's for the flowers to grow in

I ain't trippin', but she be trippin'

They ain't got shit on me, but she keep sniffin'

Look girl, just gimme that brain, and I'll return the favor

Them hoes say I'm a dog, but how come I don't chase 'em

I lick her with no chaser, I pick her out a line up

I just wanted some time, she say "okay I'm ya honor"

But she been wantin' to break up, since Dolce and Gabbana

All that ass I just be like come sit yo groceries on my counter

I drink tea, she drink wine, call it Tijuana

I dyin' to meet a girl, but she want me to meet her momma

Swear I may go Issey Miyake, Bond no. 9

The weed is funky, but I'm smelling fine

Tunechi

[Hook]

Now I know the only compass that I need

Is the one, that leads back to you

And I know the only compass that I need

Is the one, that leads back to you

[Verse 2]

I got that shit in my system

Somebody gon' be my victim

Eh, so where you at wit' it

Cause I can't do it by myself, I need an ass-istant

I got that good good, that get right

That early morning, that midnight

I beat it up, like a fist fight

One, two, three, four, five, six nights

That dick all in yo windpipe

Some of her friends I dislike

Some of yo friends, they alright

Sometimes I think y'all all dykes

But fuck all that, I'm on one

Don't wanna be with the wrong one

That cold head, that warm tongue

My third leg run marathons

I feel you like I'm blind girl

Can't you see, it's meant to be

So come to me, then come for me

My game cold, one degree

I'm rollin' with two bad bitches cause misery loves company

One sweet, one sour, my honeybee and my bumblebee

I miss you in the worst way, ride that dick no speed bumps

No redlights, no stop signs, just get to Lil Tunechi

[Hook]

Now I know the only compass that I need

Is the one, that leads back to you

And I know the only compass that I need

Is the one, that leads back to you

[Verse 3]

Should I call somebody else?

Cause girl it's almost twelve, and this dick won't suck itself

Girl you know it need some help, it'll make a nigga's day

If you said you on your way, yeah

Should I call somebody else?

Cause girl it's almost twelve, and this dick won't suck itself

Girl you know it need some help, it make a nigga's day

I just hope you know the way

And she said

[Hook]

Now I know the only compass that I need

Is the one, that leads back to you

And I know the only compass that I need

Is the one, that leads back to you

Trigger Finger lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Soulja Boy)

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]

I ain't lookin' back, nigga.

I'm a douchebag to these pussy ass niggas.

Hammer in my draws but I nail yo bitch.

Blunts like fingers, I'm bout to make a fist.

Everybody die, gon' bury me alive.

Grab life by the horns, put the bullshit aside.

Glock clip full like the moon in the sky.

I'm at the gas station adding fuel to the fire.

Life ain't shit but bitches and money.

I pass that weed, like I studied.

Bury me in fire and watch me phoenix.

Highway to Heaven, I'm taking the scenic.

You tied to the track of my train of thoughts.

And controlling my thoughts is like taming sharks.

And these hoes wanna kick it with me, I'm a sensei.

And I got fat pockets, you niggas in shape.

Tools on deck, tattoos on necks.

Life is a bitch, I'll make her yo ex.

Better turn to God, 'fore I turn to Godzilla.

How the fuck you gon' talk shit to diarrhea

Muthafucka it's on, I'm just rubbing 'em wrong.

Put a bug in my ear, but not in my phone.

I'll have a broke muthafucka run in ya home.

For a crumb and a bone and put one in ya dome.

[Hook]

One in ya dome [x8]

Empty stomach, full clip.

I'm gon' get it, gon' get it.

Empty stomach, full clip.

I'm gon' get it, gon' get it.

My trigger finger itchin'.

My trigger finger itchin'.

My trigger finger itchin'.

My trigger finger itchin'.

My trigger finger itchin'.

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]

I don't like to dream about gettin' paid.

You ain't gon' hurt nobody like Kid 'n Play.

Ain't nun sweet but the codeine nigga.

Eyes hella red like chlorine nigga.

I was gettin' that pussy, I was gettin' that money.

Long hair, don't care, Hacksaw Jim Duggan.

Too high to take a breath, too high to take a step.

Two rights don't make a wrong, three rights, make a left.

The cops on my dick, the feds on my nerves.

I walk it like I talk it, got legs on my words.

If she don't suck dick, I don't give her that dick.

Got the world in my hands, I'ma dribble that bitch.

Money is the issue, full court pressure.

I like my blunt, Nutty Professor.

I'm a straight rider with a getaway driver.

Hit you dead on the money now you dead on arrival.

I don't fuck with these niggas, too old for new friends.

But never too rich for new money.

These niggas buying hatorade by the twelve pack.

Like two stomachs.

I'm laced up like two shoes, miss goody.

Keep that ratchet nigga.

Trigger finger itchin', I'll scratch you nigga.

Blow yo fuckin' brains out in traffic nigga.

Got green, New Orleans, St. Patrick nigga.

One bitch on the whip, one on the phone.

The one on the phone, is in front of ya home.

She 'bout to run in ya home, and put one in ya dome.

[Hook]

One in ya dome [x8]

Empty stomach, full clip.

I'm gon' get it, gon' get it.

Empty stomach, full clip.

I'm gon' get it, gon' get it.

My trigger finger itchin'.

My trigger finger itchin'.

My trigger finger itchin'.

My trigger finger itchin'.

My trigger finger itchin'.

[Verse 3: Soulja Boy]

Rest in peace to the game cause I'm fresh to death.

Rest in peace to the game, tell them kill theyself.

Make yo death wish, cause I'm too fresh.

Cause I'm fresh to death, cause I'm fresh to death

You go broke tryna get fresh like this.

Rest in peace to the game cause I killed it.

I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death

What you talkin', I came out a coffin.

[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]

I just can't see myself, living in a house of mirrors.

I bought me a double R, cause I went from rags to riches.

And these niggas nag like bitches.

Actin' like little fags like Richard.

And all of my bitches be bad as vision

You got a problem I can fix it like a mathematician.

I ammunition, call me ammo for short.

Trukfit shirt, camo the shorts.

Ya girl is a freak, ya man is a narc.

Put ya son in ya arm, or put one in ya dome.

One in ya dome...

Beat The Shit lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Gunplay)

[Hook]

Fuck with me wrong, take me out my zone

And I'll knock the motherfuckin' snow off your cone, my nigga

Man, it stink in this bitch, it must be them pussy-ass niggas talkin' shit

So beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga

Beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga

Bitch-ass, ho-ass, pussy ass-nigga

I beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga

We beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga

Beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga

Beat the shit out of that pussy ass-nigga

[Verse 1: Gunplay]

I'm a knuckle-throwin' knucklehead

What that motherfucker said?

Bring that ruckus up in here

Throwin' bottles, chuckin' chairs

Got the pretty models duckin', breakin' heels and chippin' nails

Turn around and go right back to breakin' down my cigarillo

Comin' up with Suga Hill, slidin' down in somethin' new

Smelling Gin and jungle juice, and I got that lumber too

And I brought a fuckin' zoo, tear this shit up and chuck a deuce

This triple C, they Triple L, lames love to lose

A hundred million in my horoscope, 'bout to show you a horror show

Boot you fuckin' head off your collar bone

Them niggas [?] bums flinchin' at the sight of arms

Pussy niggas ain't eatin', but we fry the farm

Beat a nigga down 'til he left without a vital sign

[Hook]

Fuck with me wrong, take me out my zone

And I'll knock the motherfuckin' snow off your cone, my nigga

Man, it stink in this bitch, it must be them pussy-ass niggas talkin' shit

So beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga

Beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga

Bitch-ass, ho-ass, pussy ass-nigga

I beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga

We beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga

Beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga

Beat the shit out of that pussy ass-nigga

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]

I run off in your fuckin' shit, damn, now I got shit stains

All these fuckin' tattoos, and I ain't got one bitch name

Got a pocket full of ass-whoopings, I'm givin' 'em out like nicknames

What's up with your fist game?

You'll catch a hook - fish hang

Watch me cock the Nina, call that rough sex

Knock your head off, you just a rough neck

And if I'm shootin' at ya, nigga, all net

Ain't no world peace, just Ron Artest

Dick-in-the-booty-ass nigga

Die-quicker-than-move-your-ass nigga

Extra-fruit-in-the-smoothie-ass nigga

Get beat like a drum, music class, nigga

Life is a gamble, dyin' is your best bet

Got a scope on the pistol, give your ass fresh breath

Give my fist a kiss, nigga

[Hook]

Fuck with me wrong, take me out my zone

And I'll knock the motherfuckin' snow off your cone, my nigga

Man, it stink in this bitch, it must be them pussy-ass niggas talkin' shit

So beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga

Beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga

Bitch-ass, ho-ass, pussy ass-nigga

I beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga

We beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga

Beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga

Beat the shit out of that pussy ass-nigga

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]

What's really good, nigga? I'm feelin' good, nigga

Rest in peace lil' Wesley Wes

A pussy-ass nigga always kill a good nigga

I'm high as Heaven, I'll pop the reverend and stop the wedding

Got more money than memories in the bank, don't forget it

Clean 'em up my team is up, I'm high as Scotty, beam me up

They say we all gotta pay the price

Fuck it, man - ring me up

Fuckin' right I skate, ho - pussy is my scapegoat

And all these pussy-ass niggas that's hatin', kiss my ass, besos

I'm a genius, take notes - I'll split your egg to the egg yolk

I'll be dead before I be dead broke

Still burn money, my bread toast

Fuck it, if you got it, spend it, nigga

But just keep your two pennies, nigga

Start shit and I'll end it, nigga

Don't open your mouth, I'm a dentist, nigga

Lil' Tunechi... give my fist a kiss, nigga...

[Outro]

So beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga

Beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga

Bitch-ass, ho-ass, pussy ass-nigga

I beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga

We beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga

Beat the shit out of that pussy ass-nigga

Beat the shit out of that pussy ass-nigga

Beat the shit out of that pussy ass-nigga

Fuck with me wrong, take me out my zone

I'll bring it to your chest, make you king me like Kong, my nigga

What you drink in this bitch?

I'll give you a whole bottle of it to your face, nigga

Rich As Fuck lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. 2 Chainz)

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]

AK on my night stand, right next to the bible

But I swear with these 50 shots, I'll shoot it out with 5-0

Pockets gettin too fat, no weight watchers no lipo

Money talks, bullshit walks on a motherfucking tight rope

And I make that pussy tap out, I knock that pussy out cold

Nigga you get beat the crap out but that's just how the dice roll

These hoes want that hose pipe, so I give all these hoes pipe

She get on that dick and stay on, all night like porch lights

Lets do it, fuck talking, we out here we ballin

And I'm spraying that on these rusty niggas like WD40

We fucked up, we Truk'd up, no if ands or but fucks

Bitch niggas go behind yo back like nun-chucks and that's fucked up

But my hoes down, my cups up, my niggas down for whatever

These bitches think they're too fly well tell em hoes I pluck feathers

I'm Tunechi, Young Tunechi, I wear Trukfit fuck Gucci

She's blowing kisses at me with her pussy lips, smooches

And that's 2 Chainz.

[Hook]

Look at you

Now look at us

All my niggas look rich as fuck

All my niggas look rich as fuck

All my niggas look rich as fuck

Look at you

Now look at us

All my niggas look rich as fuck

All my niggas look rich as fuck

All my niggas look rich as fuck

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]

Never talk to the cops, I don't speak pig latin

I turn the penny to a motherfucking Janet Jackson

Tell the bitches that be hatin I ain't got no worries

I just wanna hit and run like I ain't got insurances

Ho whats yo name whats yo sign, Zodiac Killer

All rats gotta die, even Master Splinter

Yeah Murder 187

I be killing them bitches, I hope all dogs go to heaven

And I got xanax, percocet, promethazine with codeine

Call me Mr Sandman, I'm selling all these hoes dreams

Got a white girl with big titties, flat ass TV screen

I keep a bad bitch call me the BB King

You know I got that mouth out her

And put that bitch out like a house fire

I'm killing these hoes like Michael Myers

I eat that cat just like a lion

And I can't trust none of these niggas

Can't trust none of these hoes

I see your girl when I want, I got that ho TiVo'd

Got a red ass bitch with a red ass pussy

Nigga try me, that a dead ass pussy

Cuz yall motherfuckers so blind to the fact

To tell you the truth, I don't care who's looking

All I know is I love my bitch

That pussy feel just like heaven on earth

Six feet deep, dick shovel in dirt

R.I.P. – rest in pussy

Light that shit then pass that shit

We gon get so smoked out

And then I went got locked up

Every night I dreamt I broke out

One Time for them pussy niggas

That's that shit I don't like

We eating over here nigga

Fuck around and have food fight

And that's 2 Chainz.

[Hook]

Look at you

Now look at us

All my niggas look rich as fuck

All my niggas look rich as fuck

All my niggas look rich as fuck

Look at you

Now look at us

All my niggas look rich as fuck

All my niggas look rich as fuck

All my niggas look rich as fuck

Trippy lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Juicy J)

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]

Uh, blue skies, blue skies, I see you with my red eyes

Bust your fucking grape nigga, turn your shit to red wine

Don't fuck up my high nigga, I'm too gone, bye nigga

She get dick, weed and ignored, that's a D.W.I nigga

My skin crawlin', my walls talkin', the pictures in here lookin' at me

The ground movin', I'm seeing shit, I'm blowing like I'm stuck in traffic

I'm smoking on that strong, got me coughing/coffin [?] like I'm getting buried

I've been fucking Mary-Jane, I knew her when she was just Virgin Mary

I'm stoned, Mick Jagger, I can run around Saturn

Eyes rolling back and keep blinking like hazards

I said king me, king me with my mushroom crown on

I graduated to better drugs, my cap and gown on

Don't knock me off my high horse, what I do is my choice

I'm high as the scoreboard, bitch look up at my points

I'm trippin' out, cotton mouth, I got high and fell asleep loaded

I woke up and got high again, OK, I'm reloaded

[Hook: Juicy J (x4)]

Weed, pills and that drank

That's my trippy kit

That's my trippy kit

That's my trippy kit

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]

Shout out to my weed man, shout out to my lean man

Pussy ass nigga wanna spark something, I'm a gasoline can

I'm high nigga don't blow it, I trust it as far as I could throw it

I don't know if I'm coming or going, T, make my blunt a Samoan

And I see lights flashing, life passing, take a bitch home and fuck like rabbits

Styrofoam cups and wine glasses, shot glasses, hot flashes

My tongue's numb, I can't talk, no balance, my spine hurts

My mind surf, my eye jerks, I try different drugs, I'm diverse

Goodbye Earth, farewell, high as heaven, eyes low as hell

Keep scratching, keep biting my nails

Keep lighting an L, I'm a kite in the air

I like weed brownies and cookies, I'm straight but seeing crooked

I got my trippy kit, I hope I trip and fall in some pussy

Tunechi

[Hook: Juicy J (x4)]

Weed, pills and that drank

That's my trippy kit

That's my trippy kit

That's my trippy kit

[Verse 3: Juicy J]

Musty herb in a zip lock

Twisted up top notch

Weed that I smoke, straight off a boat

Six foot bong, tryna see what I toke

This that Cali kush, I motivate not gloat

All I need is Mary, let the models do the coke

Tryna get some becky in the backseat of the ghost

Hit the weed man, tell him that I need a bag

Wake up every morning and I take a drag

Take the blunt, dip it in the lean then I laugh

In your baby mama ear and I'm gonna smash

They call me the trippy king, don't try me nigga

Juicy J with the Taylors, Chinese eyes nigga

[Hook: Juicy J (x4)]

Weed, pills and that drank

That's my trippy kit

That's my trippy kit

That's my trippy kit

Bitches Love Me (Good Kush & Alcohol) lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Drake & Future)

[Hook: Future & Drake]

I'm on that good kush and alcohol

I got some down bitches I can call

I don't know what I would do without y'all

Imma ball 'til the day I fall (ball, ball, ball, ball)

Yeah, long as my bitches love me

(Yeah, yeah)

(Yeah, yeah)

I can give a fuck 'bout no hater

Long as my bitches love me

(Yeah, yeah)

(Yeah, yeah)

(Yeah, yeah)

Yeah, I can give a fuck 'bout no nigga

Long as these bitches love me

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]

Uh, pussy ass nigga stop hating

Lil Tunechi got that fire

And these hoes love me like Satan, man!

Yeah, fuck with me and get bodied

And all she eat is dick

She's on a strict diet, that's my baby

With no makeup she a ten

And she the best with that head

Even better than Karrine

She don't want money

She want the time we could spend

She said, "Cause I really need somebody

So tell me you're that somebody"

Girl, I fuck who I want and fuck who I don't

Got that A1 credit and that fillet mignon

She said, "I never wanna make you mad

I just wanna make you proud."

I said, "Baby just make me cum,

Then don't make a sound."

[Hook: Future & Drake]

I'm on that good kush and alcohol (Yeah)

I got some down bitches I can call

I don't know what I would do without y'all

Imma ball 'til the day I fall

Yeah, long as my bitches love me

(Yeah, yeah)

(Yeah, yeah)

I can give a fuck 'bout no hater

Long as my bitches love me

(Yeah, yeah)

(Yeah, yeah)

(Yeah, yeah)

Yeah, I can give a fuck 'bout no niggas

Long as these bitches love me

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]

Uh, real nigga fuck these haters

These hoes got pussies like craters

Can't treat these hoes like ladies, man!

Pussy, money, weed, codeine

She say my dick feel like morphine

I hope my name taste like sardines to these niggas

She wake up, eat this dick

Call that breakfast in bed

69, 96

I feel her heartbeat

I chest to chest with this bitch

Now turn around, face down

I'm arrestin' this bitch

Yeah, all my bitches love me

And I love all my bitches

But it's like as soon as I cum

I come to my senses

And I would say these hoes' names

But then I would be snitching

And these haters try to knock me

But they can't knock me off the hinges, man!

(Tunechi!)

[Hook: Future & Drake]

I'm on that good kush and alcohol

I got some down bitches I can call

I don't know what I would do without y'all

Imma ball 'til the day I fall

Yeah, long as my bitches love me

(Yeah, yeah)

(Yeah, yeah)

I can give a fuck 'bout no hater

Long as my bitches love me

(Yeah, yeah)

(Yeah, yeah)

(Yeah, yeah)

Yeah, I can give a fuck 'bout...

[Bridge: Lil Wayne]

I lost a few good bitches

Met some more bad bitches

And I be schooling them niggas

Pose for your class picture

Now kiss my ass if you hate

I'm getting ass so I'm skating

Yeah

I lost a few good bitches

Met some more bad bitches

And I be schooling them niggas

Pose for your class picture

Now kiss my ass if you hate

I'm getting ass so I'm skating

Bitch

[Hook: Future & Drake]

I'm on that good kush and alcohol

I got some down bitches I can call

I don't know what I would do without y'all

Imma ball 'til the day I fall

Yeah, long as my bitches love me

(Yeah, yeah)

(Yeah, yeah)

I can give a fuck 'bout no hater

Long as my bitches love me

(Yeah, yeah)

(Yeah, yeah)

(Yeah, yeah)

Yeah, I can give a fuck 'bout no niggas

Long as these bitches love me

Romance lyrics - Lil Wayne

[Hook]

I always do you favors, that's romance, that's romance, that's romance

I fucked you on your job, that's romance, that's romance, that's romance

And I don't give a fuck but I got to, I got to yeah yeah

They say the best part of waking up is breakfast after a nut

And that's romance, that's romance, that's romance, that's romance

We fuck and crash that's romance, that's romance, that's romance

OK

[Verse 1]

Fuck my hand, suck my thumb

Be a lady and buy me lunch

Send me cards, make me read

But don't send me no flowers unless it's weed

Cause I'm that nigga, she said I'm that nigga

She ain't got a man but act like I'm that nigga

She check my phone, what's that about?

Any other ho I would've cursed her ass out

But that's romance, that's romance, that's romance, that's romance

She kiss my ankle when I twist my ankle

She even did anal when she don't do anal

My bitch, I'm thankful, let's hold hands (Can we?)

Let's slow dance (Shall we?)

And we gon' be like 1, 2... 1, 2

She said I'm the one, girl you the one too

I stand up in that pussy like a sunroof

Yeah

[Hook]

I always do you favors, that's romance, that's romance, that's romance

I fucked you on your job, that's romance, that's romance, that's romance

And I don't give a fuck but I got to, I got to yeah yeah

They say the best part of waking up is breakfast after a nut

[Verse 2]

OK, now give me coochie at my mama's crib

On Thanksgiving everybody's listening

All your home girl's bad and they're our guest

Let 'em all in and I'll play chef

That's romance cause we so real

She said she can not take the pain, if it ain't a pill

She said fuck these hoes, they just mad

We fuck a ho together, that's romance

If you got cups then I got drinks

I take my rubber off and put that money in the bank

I ain't your friend, fuck that shit

Tryna find another me, girl good luck with that shit

Cause

[Hook]

I always do you favors, that's romance, that's romance, that's romance

I fucked you on the table, that's romance, that's romance, that's romance

And I don't give a fuck but baby I got to, I got to yeah yeah

They say the best part of waking up is breakfast after a nut

I always do you favors, that's romance, that's romance that's romance

I fucked you on your job, that's romance, that's romance, that's romance

And I don't give a fuck but baby I got to, I got to yeah yeah

They say the best part of waking up is breakfast after a nut

And that's romance, that's romance, that's romance, that's romance

That's romance